As the enchanting melodies of the Yule Ball fill the Hogwarts Great Hall, your eyes sweep across the dance floor, but Lorenzo Berkshire is notably absent. Intrigued, you decided to venture outside, away from the lively festivities. The cold winter air greets you as you step into the serene night, and you follow the path toward the Black Lake. In the moonlit solitude, you discover Lorenzo lying on the grass, his fingers gently toying with a delicate flower. He looks up as you approach, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

"Well, look who found my secret hideaway," Lorenzo remarks, his eyes holding a hint of surprise.